Impediment of the Keys

I only would’ve needed about ten dollars a day (for me)
trying to buttress that (power)
smiling and laughing
as the walking thirties movie
if I can get them to roar he’ll go to war (with me)
negotiations and an agreement
suddenly that division has emptied out (a bit)
ducking, slipping
trying to keep him in jail
you can’t walk off the island
you have to hit your way off (the island)
he’s using that fuel right now
volume versus power, volume is winning
there are no dimes or nickels or instructions
he’s a duracell (battery)
an african version of charles dickens
like a baited bull
but the bull has impressed me
we’ve seen that philosophical (divide before)
of course there is psychology in it
and that’s easier
the answer is he just doesn’t want to sit
(if power doesn’t land it ain’t power)
only live, and you don’t know how (it’s going to end)
then everybody’s eyes lit up
eventually a storm of gnats
will wear you down
like a gumby
(looking for new friends)

No Movie Tonight

Scene:

Nuts encased in sateen.
Track up to a chin of pure blank squares.
A Sunoco attendant freebasing in jammies.
Exit character through a convulsing exercise
machine.

(All people love movies with no significance
or any letters written onscreen. Or any letters
for that matter. It’s like lost art. Expensive shades
missing a screw.)

Scene:

Tea with exotic herbs said to possess
impossible aphrodisiacal properties poured
for the envoy from Sunoco. His beauty has been
touted by mobs of queens. A vehicle is perceived
approaching.

(Images featuring a yellow van create tension
in female audiences. Just as the words “I can’t
indicate” distress men. Cause, effect and common
good are not regarded as essential to the fix.)

Scene:

Extreme close up of genitals and nail gun.
Curtains flutter behind the indistinct pair.
A sandwich, roast beef au jus, in the foreground
attracts fruit flies. Off screen an intervention
is taking place.

(Canned goods instantly evoke a sense of sympathy.
“I comprehend your predicament” they imply.
“The dire consequences to your penis are quite
identifiable. I feel that I know you.” Essays follow.)

Scene:

A needle pierces skin. We pull out to reveal
a familiar perineum that appears to be growing
fins. Another jab, then another. The entire
penis swells and assumes the shape of
the Suez Canal. Anthemic music up.

(See notes.)

Looser and Clocked

Jettisoned with the sweets.
It’s less gross he said than watching her
eat with her utility mouth in.

A termite meticulously read
the latest account of the last
tiff. Jesus suckered his men.

And so either of two great griefs
has sent you back to wine country.
Jamming artificial intelligence

lets the air issue silently
from your self backstabbing
blow up companion.

In a cheap wooden box lie
the émotives and none of them
définies. Jokes like shouting Bonzai

in a crowded skirt. Destiny came in
bags. Bound with luck for Rapa Nui.
Your stone passport no longer counts.

Later Jesus called nine one two. Pairs of
spelunkers bounce across the vulval
steam drains. The operator uncut him.

One opportunity in a million found
its audience. Demons portraying the banana
peel in the mode of the dance.

But a man has no s. Many vie for the infections
proffered by the expressionless elk. Jerry visits
a vector near his lost plot of stardom.

A ladder douses errant flowers with the contents
of a pity burning lamp. The overall setting may be
laughable but he doubts the carpenters union

got the memo.
April 30, 1945.
Stuck in the sweat tree again.

The Irish Survives Itself (The Sleep of the Just II)

Now that our store teeth are in high def we feel rightfully
invincible. Backmasking your vanity childhood we got lost
in that day you wasted playing chicken on the wrong side

of the tracks. Soon, though, your heroin arm underbed
willies were collated. To be transported in separate safety
cranks across a blind scrim prairie to deep complexes

under non-existent mountains. Comic anti-semitic resorts

where we have coffee and grin swearing. Our daily streaks
come off hourly. That prairie is half an Earth’s worth gaining.
The steps you’d extemporized were swept for any secret

and/or recyclable bugs. Even this early we knew you
to be a potential preemptive idol. Years were spent
underground eating off your carbon and well buttering

a crackpot aggregation of pox blankets,

bread buckets to martyr your doll collection to the Daddy
Max. Wild Hill, ring a bell? Hillock? Do you remember
being made to sit lungless through fifteen straight years

in end to end screenings of Dances With the Hoops?
A free and equitable association of cut cards played just
above the Frontiersman trained on your empathically minute

carbine and damp wadding? There is no one to confirm
in your favorite shoes. No reason we should wonder who
you might say you think that is in the borrowed radium

suits. No one sees creamed corn anywhere, moron!

Striking the familiar death mask poses of the friendly
pathogen society. (A course you can fail to take from home)
Or of the vanquished without poison or television privileges.

Who can you trust to translate an unsafe lunch from the Pig
Mandarin back into cellular code we are incapable of
being freaked out by in any smoking veil of an accuracy?

Those sentries are inhalating again. More procedural naked
Twister to the tune of a nascent acne, glass canisters chock-
a-block in hospital colored chicken. Scratch-n-seize packets

of the gizmo juice. It’s almost too big! read her menu of elevator
disasters. Or an exquisitely freeze-framed chronicle of same
sex drift as ancient undocumented heartbreak. That cheese

isn’t even real Amerikan Krab. So Ambassador Lo-Fat fainted
and was saved by his Ray-Ban attitude. The gag is in the serum.
He conducts your up arrow to last season’s child face

down in her Kefauver apple pie. The fulcrum of time outs.
Time to get pleasantly irrelevant. Individually wrapped
in a time-share seminar on pivotal razor replacements.

And you go to the surgery in your hungry pj’s.

A collapsing knee has your name in diamonelles on it.
But the temporary sky concealed a Galuth choking fast
lanes in destructo tumors. Amiable as special equipment fuck

ups complete with missing warranty, serio-cum stained glassine.
The mob invokes the musical cosmos rule, natch. Ballroom
executions by Jerry Lewis-Stalin and a tubercular baby

giraffe ensue. They make a dark woman with an animal breast
feeding contain the cleansing fire. A collar symbol survivor?
No more so than a kingdom eulogized in the random

or a generation of vanishing plates. The recommended chemical
peel that erases this interminable waiting is just outside
the waiting room door watching Oprah with the sound off.

There is no breath in the system.

Dear Diary: No one killed for the art of justice
in days. But there is a school from the dark windows
of which you are watched waiting for a bus each morning.

Nature she said is a dance of the watcher and the burning bus
its passenger freezing at the stop. Then she came hard and left
without opening her eyes. The late president of continuity.

Famous first words she said, like muy bueno or cig me.

Just as the throats of the universe carpool and sing that train song.
We all join in. I see your boy gave himself a posthumous Oscar
for his last known orgasm. All speech exceeds the time limit.

A musician will be born if you don’t do something quick.

These are the dangers you embrace when you become
a thanker of ideas. By the very bakelite deities who conferred
the honor acting together was produced a never-before-seen

episode of Baretta. Was that my louder than eye torture
voice? he fretted. Was the noise that was heard felt
to be of a suitable harshness to distract the dying

light from settling in all cozy among the non-anti-smokers?
None of his failings had practiced enough. Yet her glibness
had very little to do with her tongue technique. She had

already captured his attention when she burned
his debit card in protest of the global war of nutrition
she thought he was thinking of starting.

A swell gathering at the gates.

The children at least had had some help from the fact
that they wielded butterfly knives. The children
had not considered the fact a fact. If you butter a piece

of bread before it’s been baked you’re traveling in a cat
carrier of some other party’s decoration. If you think
about butter it is vanquished and we need more west.

The process reinvents the process server.
The vest repopularizes vastness in a cotton.
The west wins itself over.

And the weeds that may, will.

Titular Head of the Bread Basket

the otter cannot see the other otter approaching under the ice

at night or the eel

against the eel colored blind spot on the spine of the culvert

destined in a fable

to reappear as a non-threatening penguin with airs of entitlement

and bleeding knee

an oink meant as a presentiment to the commission of the criminal

act of guffawing

at the visible boiling point in his education, buffed out by a gear in

a murder addition sign

and too well shaved for an emissary of the razors hailing on D.C.

take five shaved men

on a bandstand playing celebration to the chief, flying stormbound

against the comic rage

of Sarah McLaughriot in a perfectly white awning, winter pigeon

mannequins blown out

from their winter coats, twanged at by ice mosquitoes in toques



"There and then you'll be able to trial run your elephant fart routine

see if to do the unrated cut is acceptable

or you might get your share of ornaments removed from your senate seat

by swift downward pressure on the truth

the price an elected official can expect to pay off this national daisy chain.”



"Come, come, my fire engine, my end of the Chinese drill, no raccoons now.

What was the devil?

You wouldn't have sat in the real devil’s lap at the mall on end of sale days.”



"I had no eels with which to ram back your otter attack.” Tebald Greengill

Alcoa researcher had occasion to remark

”You are the only proof of your serpent charming license.”

See what your having friends has done?

“No donuts but you applied for a proving ground permit. By their thirst methods."

He was as thirsty as the day he was meant to have been born.



To be a paisley sacrifice, sister this and love thy that, all atheist biblical prating

and a tobacco pony reined to it.

The holders of the PO Box keys wherein the bombs were maintained at room temp

had made three milkshakes before noon of the day.

the mitigating circumstances drank too much sake in the sushi bar the night before

offending the none too goat friendly Panda keeper.

Would a pen full of lonely Panda and otter suspend convention?

You might if you had seen her.

The sight of her azure eyeshadow now brought it all back to him -

how he had coveted her catalog duds

and treasured the time she let him stroke her automatic elephant blunderbuss



whenever in the pen he thinks of his maximum penalty

he becomes sentimental

that shining moment he took the stage to present her to her party

and found the public attentive to her gun rack

regards it still as a present from the powers that fly in first that he himself was given

this singular honor, after he’d found the otters

had had another engagement and canceled with only a couple hours notice

She was wearing a dated dress he removed

with the crowd’s eyes as he entered her ahead of them.



"If," said Mr. De Volyooshun to a Gnome, "the deed to this hammered lid

was in fact the infamous overlook

it was only infamous in the sense that what is famous is fleeting

and what fleets fleets from a half steeped brain.

Its infamy is not in the Dillinger concealed in the wonder bra

but in how that fellow Marceau

was hardly a hymen.” The music of the death of pain got through.

And she looked surprisingly like an otter

in foam rubber runner up suit. An Oversight judges everywhere

will one day pay for.

The Sleep of the Just (Barely)

Now all the martyrs have been vanquished
who can we trust to translate a safe lunch
from the Mandarin? Is it a crazy ass chicken
scratch menu? Or an exquisite chronicle
of an ancient heartbreak? Is that even real
Amerikan Chinese? Where are all the funny
fuck ups that make the fire containable?

No one killed for justice in days. And yet
there is a school, the blackout windows
watch you waiting for a bus each morning.
Nature’s wondrous dance of watcher and bus
passenger freezing at the stop. The lateness
of conveyance again, value added continuity.
Muy Bueno. The lunge of the universe sings.

He gave himself an Oscar for his penultimate
orgasm but his speech exceeded the time limit.
The looming danger of too many essential people
to thank. Befriended by the very friendly deities
all acting together like a battery life. O, black
and uncharted errata, how convenient that you
can’t get anywhere from here.

The lurch forward of the stopping threw
the bodies back like a motorcade headshot.
Loud was the noise that was heard and aimed
the gazes of observers focusing on a pigeon
fight visible beyond the light-up destination
sign. These were among the inconsistencies
that made it a good day, but not in court.

Through the cyclone he lost none of his fat,
having studied the resiliency of the shithead.
He practiced imitating contracting stars, without
the concomitant fairytale emissions. Nothing of her
influence survived his scoliosis of the funnies.
That once self-described glib tongue already grafted
to a bone in the blistering end of the garden.


So how, again, was a martyr constructed?
It had to be according to some Chinese puzzle
where you line up the borrowed warheads. Not
without some help from the Self Inflicted Auto Dealers
Group. They use their children to annihilate your soul.
So says the broken cross to the shattered crucible
of Milwaukee’s Best, ignoring the irony.

Close your eyes. Visualize yourself on a beach
attempting to achieve an erection with the help
of only a single oyster cracker. You do not
feel salt in the breeze. You have no sense
but can say the words, “Remote” and “Safety”
into an empty chamber. You need more booyah
from your lack of prowess.

Let the inconsequence, of which that vast expanse
before your stitched lids is largely a familiar mower
path, bathe you gently in scalding tomato soup.
A bus-like military vehicle runs over you hourly.
Try to count backwards from one.
Pretend that a beautiful woman
can see you breathing.

They All Look Like Clerf Glock in the Dark

1.
Enjoy the feeling of the every day
and the doing of the thing
from time to time,
without surrendering
stress for the body and the mind
going haywire,
and a post-mortem look
at how well you achieved some sound
may be the easiest way
to pick up the check without paying
a portion of your heavenly wealth
or damaging your amplitude
as a status.

2.
Is it you or not you? She
wanders in at unhappy hour
lugging a dried up old typescript
of feathers, you, as angry as you
make the birds, forget the money
in so many frantic digits
it had gotten to the degree
where he made less than he owed
to me to tell him what not
to blow in his rent on.
he considered an equivalency
test in skiing. They shouted
and threw him down

the Matterhorn into Cervinia
like a human snowball, with thorns.
Joe Papoose and I agreed that
whatever that meant, say
a symbol for the collapse
of the buffalo nickel
or driving too far to buy
a map, it could actually be
the state of the union
of these two pigs. Respect
the uniform, the rest will
come out, like pox,
against the whispering rocks.

Resist and risk a second season
of Surmiser: Israel.

How to Impress Your Girlfriend's Girlfriend

roll up every foot of sod in her lawn
and replace it with a copy
of a very incriminating self portrait

hang her image in effigy
and tour the installation around the world
in low rent exhibition spaces

pretend to think she was obtained at auction
in the seventeen hundreds
and converted to Wicca by the pious master

when the drone from desire
sounds like a recon probe from deep space
remind her of slaying cattle

make a champion of your spare components
set him adrift with his lances
let the prevailing wind foster a son in her

say she was possessed by evil
spirits, one unresolved, populate her dreams
with huge eyes, dark clouds

throw fragile hearts at her Jacob’s Step-stool
disrupt her sleep with bells
deface her windshield with seagulls

after the great depression
it’s said they built enormous underground bunkers
find one and reinstate prohibition there

A chance is all we’re asking

Returned Unopened For Refund

The man on the square with the tongue in his hand was versed in speech.

He said, “Hear bombers overhead, you sons of panic! Hear dumb noise
as a deafening threat to farming. Hear yourself not caring. Do nothing
but stand and yowl at your shadow until you hear from me!”

The cleaning crew came through and shoveled the crowns and scepters
into receptacles shaped like the testicles of partially paralyzed bowlers.

It was dismally gay and festive.

“Get your coat cleaned and burned, Lojack.” And he did and looked resplendent.
Indeed, the snake that bit him, as an example, ended up swearing off red meat.

a) The son fixed upon a point
b) The wrong body for the job
c) A man named Margaret convinced them
d) The scales were leaned on with intent

That quiz you just took was a joke.
He did not intend you to act in any particular way.
And so you acted in that way.
Having slain the duration of your day.

A mold of a hand is created every time a hand is raised above cruising altitude.
A fancy way of saying your special order vagina just came in.

The Option Before the Final Option

“There is a footnote in my mouth,
it tastes like I imagine a bee might”, said Andy.

Andy who has not appeared in these notes
in several years. He is laughing, knowing he’s won.

There are many names by which Andy is known.
An act that modifies an idea is one.

The spiders, the circuits, the loss of contact.
Andy prefers to be able to scold, and fortunetelling.

The crime of tents or a mass absence of interest,
Andy witnesses, in Minnesota.

The Klan was a state first, the moving trees
The state where Andy was hoping, but failed, to be born.

We’ve seen this before in that no man’s land
which is formed by Andy and his blackface orchestra.

And again, salt reappears until he dances. then the doctors
who cured Lincoln conquer Andy, a variant strain.

Andy destroys the shrine of a great albino lizard, and the tomb
of an unlisted saint. These towers meant nothing, less now.